-- There's one man who got stranded in another world.
He was an undead.
He didn't know.
He kept on killing while still not knowing about anything.
The result, one part of his memory returned, and he regretted over all of the life that he had already taken.
Thus, he became unable to take another soul.
To once again give life meaning for himself, and to the girl who he admired, the boy wandered around the world.
The boy who cannot steal anything, having his heart always aching.
To say that he cannot kill, meaning that he cannot point his blade to those who are alive.
Growing within a country without war, the boy who grew up without any conflicts.
Even when he hurt his enemy, it'll hurt his own heart in return.
He was too weak.
Too fragile.
Too faint.
Too pure.
Too kind.
He was, too irregular.
And then, he was inelegant to the degree that he realized his own irregularities.
He, who wished for a life, but cannot take another’s life.
Life means taking another's life. Each beat of one’s life means that there's another life that's being sacrificed
But even so, the boy will not kill. No matter whose life it was, he could not even take one.
The pain of losing someone, the sadness.
For that boy knows deeply of those things, and he who respects the other person more than anything else.
Will never be able to steal, another life.
And thus.
Being [alive] which is having direct relationship with stealing another life.
The boy couldn’t do it.
Even when he knows well of those things, the boy kept wishing for a warmth of life.
To ward away, this unbearable coldness.
For taking back, those who’re precious to him.
While slowly, shaving himself away.
However, fate was cruel.
The boy cannot remove the reins.
The wire that bound him.
It tore into his meat and broke his bones.
His meat was his body, his bones was his heart,
It was cruel, too cruel.
The thing that he shouldn't have to know, he ended up knowing about it.
And thus, his heart,
broke apart.
(TL: now the explanation for the part above)
Walking inside a mansion that's not as vast when compared to that castle of the Lilith queen.
He took out every soldier that he met with his experienced hand sword.
Broke the lock that’s very sturdy when viewed from a human point of view.
Himuro Takahina, arrived at the place of his destination.
[ ... So, it's here]
His tone, was very deep.
His sight also blank, even now he seemed to be taking a big sigh.
If vermouth ever saw this sight, surely, she will sadly patted his head.
That was the kind of expression that he had.
Ever since he died, the time that he thought that all of his actions were just, but there were none.
It's full of problems, he always felt lost.
He was always lost inside his labyrinth of thought, and never once did he ever find the answer that he was searching for.
On the top of that, he was weighted by the matter of this time.
He will be stealing some person's belongings, and for that, he ended up injuring several people.
He was reluctant.
But even so, he couldn’t think of any other way beside this way.
The [I'm sorry ] that he mutters before he hit the soldier, perhaps it was the minimum repentance that he could had done .
With still dark face, he walked inside the exhibition room with its decorations.
Inside that, all kind of work of art that Alberto city's chief have gathered were lined up inside this room.
Each one of them seemed to have quite high value, but unfortunately Takahina didn't come here to search for gold.
In the first place, even he had gold in his possession it'll be useless, he will have no way to spend those money.
He stretched his hand towards one of the articles, and slowly touched it.
Right now, he who already have aptitude in magic, with just by touching it like this, he will be able to know if that item was a magic item or not.
Pictures. Sculpture. Ornament. Some unknown event Grande art.
That's not it, that’s also not it, the thing over was also not it.
[ ... ... ... Kh!]
And then he found it.
On the edge of the room.
A small mirror that's hanging on the wall, with the diameter around 10 centimeters.
It was adorned with meager ornament, but inside this room it was an item that will not stand out.
At the moment he touched it, at that moment also the moment that he knew, it was the fifth magical item that he had been searching for.
Then, he activated his special magic which searched for information in the form of memory which was directly linked into his head with magic power, [ Profess ].
The information about the magical item flowing into his head.
Furthermore, it was more vivid and detailed than before.
Its name, its effect, its history, all of it.
He could understand it. Perhaps it's either that it was because of the grace of the magical power from the succubus who excelled in magic, or perhaps he just became better at managing his magical power.
In either case, the accuracy had increased drastically compared to what it was before.
[ ... [Mirror of disclosure]? ]
A mirror that allowed one able to know every truth about this world.
A mirror that was able to see through any kind of lies.
Depending on how it was used, it was a very useful high-grade magic item that can used for many general purposes.
However, even so. It's still not what he was searching for.
With a slight discouragement, Takahina who went to put the magic item to its respective place because he didn't have any intention to bring away other people's belongings away, but then at that moment.
[ ... ... ... ! ]
In an instant, his body stiffen.
Due to his hand which contained magic power, touched mirror that haven't been used for quite a long time.
The magical power that resided within that mirror was released.
Due to the effect of the magical item that was activated, his point of view changed.
Red, red, it was the prairie which was to become of this place that he missed.
And then, it came to his eyes.
The cruel truth, the truth that he didn't know about.
-- There's one man who got stranded in another world.
He was an undead.
He didn't know.
He kept on killing while still not knowing about anything.
The result, one part of his memory returned, and he regretted over all of the life that he had already taken.
Thus, he became unable to take another soul.
To once again give life meaning for himself, and to the girl who he admired, the boy wandered around the world.
The boy who cannot steal anything, having his heart always aching.
To say that he cannot kill, meaning that he cannot point his blade to those who are alive.
Growing within a country without war, the boy who grew up without any conflicts.
Even when he hurt his enemy, it'll hurt his own heart in return.
He was too weak.
Too fragile.
Too faint.
Too pure.
Too kind.
He was, too irregular.
And then, he was inelegant to the degree that he realized his own irregularities.
He, who wished for a life, but cannot take another’s life.
Life means taking another's life. Each beat of one’s life means that there's another life that's being sacrificed
But even so, the boy will not kill. No matter whose life it was, he could not even take one.
The pain of losing someone, the sadness.
For that boy knows deeply of those things, and he who respects the other person more than anything else.
Will never be able to steal, another life.
And thus.
Being [alive] which is having direct relationship with stealing another life.
The boy couldn’t do it.
Even when he knows well of those things, the boy kept wishing for a warmth of life.
To ward away, this unbearable coldness.
For taking back, those who’re precious to him.
While slowly, shaving himself away.
However, fate was cruel.
The boy cannot remove the reins.
The wire that bound him.
It tore into his meat and broke his bones.
His meat was his body, his bones was his heart,
It was cruel, too cruel.
The thing that he shouldn't have to know, he ended up knowing about it.
And thus, his heart,
broke apart.
(TL: now the explanation for the part above)
Walking inside a mansion that's not as vast when compared to that castle of the Lilith queen.
He took out every soldier that he met with his experienced hand sword.
Broke the lock that’s very sturdy when viewed from a human point of view.
Himuro Takahina, arrived at the place of his destination.
[ ... So, it's here]
His tone, was very deep.
His sight also blank, even now he seemed to be taking a big sigh.
If vermouth ever saw this sight, surely, she will sadly patted his head.
That was the kind of expression that he had.
Ever since he died, the time that he thought that all of his actions were just, but there were none.
It's full of problems, he always felt lost.
He was always lost inside his labyrinth of thought, and never once did he ever find the answer that he was searching for.
On the top of that, he was weighted by the matter of this time.
He will be stealing some person's belongings, and for that, he ended up injuring several people.
He was reluctant.
But even so, he couldn’t think of any other way beside this way.
The [I'm sorry ] that he mutters before he hit the soldier, perhaps it was the minimum repentance that he could had done .
With still dark face, he walked inside the exhibition room with its decorations.
Inside that, all kind of work of art that Alberto city's chief have gathered were lined up inside this room.
Each one of them seemed to have quite high value, but unfortunately Takahina didn't come here to search for gold.
In the first place, even he had gold in his possession it'll be useless, he will have no way to spend those money.
He stretched his hand towards one of the articles, and slowly touched it.
Right now, he who already have aptitude in magic, with just by touching it like this, he will be able to know if that item was a magic item or not.
Pictures. Sculpture. Ornament. Some unknown event Grande art.
That's not it, that’s also not it, the thing over was also not it.
[ ... ... ... Kh!]
And then he found it.
On the edge of the room.
A small mirror that's hanging on the wall, with the diameter around 10 centimeters.
It was adorned with meager ornament, but inside this room it was an item that will not stand out.
At the moment he touched it, at that moment also the moment that he knew, it was the fifth magical item that he had been searching for.
Then, he activated his special magic which searched for information in the form of memory which was directly linked into his head with magic power, [ Profess ].
The information about the magical item flowing into his head.
Furthermore, it was more vivid and detailed than before.
Its name, its effect, its history, all of it.
He could understand it. Perhaps it's either that it was because of the grace of the magical power from the succubus who excelled in magic, or perhaps he just became better at managing his magical power.
In either case, the accuracy had increased drastically compared to what it was before.
[ ... [Mirror of disclosure]? ]
A mirror that allowed one able to know every truth about this world.
A mirror that was able to see through any kind of lies.
Depending on how it was used, it was a very useful high-grade magic item that can used for many general purposes.
However, even so. It's still not what he was searching for.
With a slight discouragement, Takahina who went to put the magic item to its respective place because he didn't have any intention to bring away other people's belongings away, but then at that moment.
[ ... ... ... ! ]
In an instant, his body stiffen.
Due to his hand which contained magic power, touched mirror that haven't been used for quite a long time.
The magical power that resided within that mirror was released.
Due to the effect of the magical item that was activated, his point of view changed.
Red, red, it was the prairie which was to become of this place that he missed.
And then, it came to his eyes.
The cruel truth, the truth that he didn't know about.
